Down (The Shaft) Reviews
The elevator unexplainably starts and stops. And the buttons don't work. Ooooh, creepy. Fifteen minutes of vapid subplot filler. The elevator gets stuck with a group of pregnant women on board for a few minutes. Ooooh, creepy. Ten minutes of vapid subplot filler. When the doors open and there's no elevator there, a blind man steps right on up and falls to his doom. Ooooh, creepy. Ten more minutes of - - oh, well, you get the idea.
Eventually, believe or not, the President of the United States declares a national emergency and cordons off the area. Pseudo-investigative reporter Watts discovers - get this - the elevator's computer chips are made using human brain cells. Some gooey elevator ectoplasm is found.
Then when our unlikely and ill-equipped hero, the lonely elevator repairman, starts messing with the goo, the elevator gets really, really mad. Sheeesh.
The director - who was actually here rehashing his own earlier UK film "The Lift" to snag an easy paycheck - knew this stinker was DOA from the get-go, so he didn't even bother to inject any spooky score, fear-mongering SFX or elevator anthropomorphism.
Sometimes B-films are good for some campy fun - but this clunker can't even stake that claim. Don't let the marquee names bait you; even Naomi Watts completists won't miss a beat if they pass this one by.
Even so, I do appreciate Sci-Fi Channel's running this one at 3am, that being a valiant attempt to relieve me of my constant insomnia. If only it had worked.
RECOMMENDATION: Take the stairs and get out of the building. Now.